In the Dungeon of the Muffin Mistress

by Fly by Night

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Sex, Random, Derpy Hooves, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life
Length: 3190

The brave heroine Derpy Hooves finds herself in the clutches of the wicked Celestia

The daring postal heroine Derpy Hooves awakes to find herself chained in the forbidding dungeon of the wicked Princess Celestia. Alone and helpless, she must struggle to endure against the fiendish temptations and tortures of her nemesis. But however strong the will may be, the flesh may prove weaker.

[My first attempt at a clopfic. There is sex, as well as a theme of D/s and bondage, but nothing vulgar. I aimed more for sensual than explicit. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. The premise stems from a sort of sight gag in my other story, All's Mare in Love and Warr. It's not required reading to get this one though. Let the reign of Derplestia begin!]

Thanks to ShadowBoxingKing for the pre-read.

Published 2012-08-12 22:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-12 22:34:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Derpy shuddered at the lingering chill of the cold, clammy air that touched her body. She felt her damp, blonde mane plastered like a second skin to her neck as she turned her head. After what had felt like an eternity of silence a loud, creaking sound suddenly filled the small prison cell she had awoken to find herself in. The steadily rhythmic drip of water as it fell from the damp, rough stones of the ceiling was counterpointed by the measured clip-clop of hooves on bare stone floor. A sound which grew steadily closer.

She tugged futilely at her bindings; the deceptively slender yet strong bands of silver that encircled each of her legs just above the hoof, and the intricately detailed collar of silver and black leather that was locked around her neck. Derpy pulled hard at the iron chains attached to each band and the collar, filling the small cell with the echoing sounds of metallic jingling and rattling. It proved to be pointless; the bindings were too strong, and the chains too deeply anchored in the thick stone wall.

As she struggled, the sound of hoofsteps grew ever closer. Their deliberate, steady pace a complete opposite to the wildly beating heart of the blonde-maned heroine. A light appeared in the hallway outside her cell. A dancing, flickering illumination of an old fashioned torch. Derpy couldn't help but flinch in fear as the flame’s light became brighter. Such an old fashioned anachronism fit perfectly with the ancient style and look of the dungeon.

The torch came fully into view, throwing jarring bands of contrasting illumination and darkness into the cell where the light was occluded by the solid metal bars of the cell’s door. No hoof held the torch, instead it was kept aloft by a softly glowing magical field the colour of sunlight. The torch floated ahead and came to rest in an iron sconce on the wall. Derpy watched the flame as it flickered and sputtered in the damp air of the dungeon, trying desperately to calm herself. She knew who had captured her, who had brought the torch, and who now stood just outside the cell waiting.

“I know you're there!” she cried, pulling hard against the heavy chains that held her nearly motionless. Her wings spread out, tips brushing against the slick stone walls. She knew it was an intentional mockery that her captor hadn't bothered to bind them. After all, what good were wings going to do anypony locked away deep under the royal palace?

“Of course you do my dear. I certainly wasn't hiding. I was simply watching. I do so enjoy watching you, my most precious little pony.” The voice that answered Derpy's cry was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried with it the tones of power and command; of royalty and complete self assurance. As she listened, Derpy couldn't help but shiver at the softly seductive nature of the voice of Princess Celestia.

“Let me go, you wicked and evil creature!” Derpy shouted, pulling hard against her bindings in a frantic bid for freedom. Her hooves ground in against the hard floor as she fought to escape. The jangling of the chains only seemed to amuse her captor though, and laughter filled the prison cell.

“Oh my proud postal beauty. I am wicked? I am evil? Why would you say such things to your princess? You know I only care for the well being of my ponies. All my little ponies. That's why, when I find one of them sneaking around in the royal offices, poking and prodding her little hooves into things that don't concern her … well, surely I have to do something don't I? I must make sure she's not going to run off with wild stories that would only upset the good ponies of the kingdom.” Celestia's voice was light and soft, an almost sing-song cadence of gentleness mingled with the unmistakable undercurrent of menace.

There was a quiet click as the lock to the cell was opened. The door swung outward with the tortured squeal of rusted metal grinding over rusted metal. Celestia, The Bringer of the Sun, Princess of Canterlot and Baronesse of Breakfast Foods , walked into the cell with the echoing tap of hooves on bare stone.

“I saw the proof 'princess'!” Derpy practically spat the word, “I know the truth! I know that you've been taking and hoarding all the muffins. You … you monster! You steal them from every bakery and hide them on the moon so the prices of Princess Celestia's Sunrise Waffles will go up!” The grey pegasus thrashed against her bindings as the amused princess moved ever closer.

“Ah, such a clever little pony you are my dear,” Celestia purred, standing before the struggling pegasus. Leaning down, she ran her cheek along the velvety soft coat of her prisoner’s back, seeming to delight in the shiver she felt from the captive heroine. She moved her head up to nuzzle at the now trembling mare's ear; biting softly at the its tip before whispering, “And do you want to know the very best part, my proud beauty? I'm using your precious mail service to deliver those muffins to the moon, where nopony will ever find them again.”

“Nooo!” Derpy gasped in horror, writhing under the dual assault of the princess’s words and the the soft, warm caress of breath that tickled over her sensitive ear. “It's not true … it can't be true. They would never betray their oaths and help you commit grand theft muffin!”

The princess stood stock-still for a moment, her tall pure-white shoulders shaking visible as she fought to keep her suddenly trembling lips closed. She shook her head violently, as if trying to clear it before she continued. “It is true, they belong to me. Each and every one of them are mine now. Only you my proud, brave Derpy Hooves are left. Only you remain to be dealt with.” Celestia's voice was a silky purr as nibbled again at the struggling mailmare's twitching ear.

Closing her eyes against the terrible truth, Derpy felt a quicksilver tingle of unbidden pleasure run through her body from the way Celestia teased her. She tried to pull away, but the chains kept her from retreating. She opened her mouth to protest, to decry this gross injustice to all baked goods; what issued forth was only a strangled, whimpering moan as Celestia bowed her head and ran her horn lightly along the side of Derpy's throat, just above the collar that decorated it. The ambient magic of the horn tingled on the captive heroine’s skin like a thousand whispered kisses. Derpy felt herself panting for breath as her heart pounded a wild staccato beat in her chest; the warring of her brave and noble mind against the treacherous desires of her body.

“Yes my proud beauty, give in to it. Give yourself to me and join my cause.” Celestia kept her voice low, a softly intoned and hypnotic rhythm whispered into the captive mare’s ear. Her horn shone brighter with summoned magic, and the chains holding Derpy's limbs rose into the air, pulling at the silver bands to leave the wriggling heroine helpless and spread eagle against the cold stone wall. “Give yourself to me, my little mailmare, and together we will win the coming Waffle Wars and rule all of Equestria!”

Derpy moaned again, a burning blush covering her face as she looked down at herself so totally exposed, completely at the mercy of the villainous Sun Princess. Derpy tried to make herself breath as her head swam in the intoxicating sea of lust and desire. She pulled against the magically reinforced bindings, and found they gave up no more slack than before. She struggled desperately to squeeze her hind legs together and looked up into the amused eyes of her captor, seeing the wicked joy they held in watching her useless efforts.

With an almost gentle smile, Celestia closed in on her prey again, head bowing to brush her cheek against the burning blush that covered Derpy’s face. Softly, she kissed her way down along the unresisting mailmare’s neck and up again. She saw Derpy open her mouth; to beg or curse she wasn't sure, and didn't care. In an instant, the royal princess pressed her lips to those of her prisoner, kissing her deeply with a sigh of delight at the lusty whine of surrender that came from the chained heroine. Celestia pressed harder into the kiss and spread her graceful white wings. Moments later, the soft whimpering of the captive mailmare became a deep moan of pleasure as Celestia’s long pinion feathers were dragged with teasing, tickling slowness up and down her shivering body.

“Will you surrender to me, my proud one?” Celestia whispered again, her lips still so close to Derpy's that the captive pegasus could feel them brushing against hers with every word. “Will you give yourself to me, body and soul?”

Derpy fought against the surging tide of wanton desire that the wicked princess's touch sent through her body. She struggled against the tightly knotting coil of tension deep inside herself, hoping her weakness wouldn't be apparent to her tormentor. Of course, no such luck was to be hers this day. With a diabolical grin, Celestia slipped one long elegant wing behind Derpy's back, using it to pull the helpless mare forward. She stared deeply into the wide, frightened eyes of her captive and kissed her again with hungry passion.

As their lips parted, Celestia leaned in closer, one slender foreleg nestling between the mailmare's spread hind legs. Pressing and rubbing gently against the all-too eager wetness she found there, the amused princess watched her captive shudder in pleasure.

“Are you ready to beg now, my proud beauty?” Celestia said with a mixture of gentleness and predatory desire.

“I … no! No, you evil evil Queen! I'll never give in to your vile blandershment … blandiments … tricks!” Even as she spoke the defiant words, Derpy saw her nemesis turn away, her shoulders shaking and the sounds of barely suppressed giggles coming from her.

“I think you mean princess, not queen,” Celestia said with a shaking voice, struggling visibly to get a grip on herself.

“Oh. Oh! Right! Right I mean … umm ... I'll never give in to you, you evil princess!” Derpy ran this back through her mind quickly and though, close enough.

“Ahem ... Then you leave me no choice, proud and defiant Hero of the Postal Department! I had hoped to spare you the full measure of my power, but you refused to yield. And so, you must be punished.” As Celestia spoke, she slowly drew her hoof up between her captive's legs. She looked down at the glistening dampness that adorned her royal hoof, and with a smile, bent her head down to lick at the taste of her prisoner.

Derpy felt the blush covering her face deepen to an almost incandescent glow as she watched her tormentor. She felt the caress of Celestia's feathered wing against her back, tugging her hips forward. An exotic and almost maddening mix of pleasure, shame and embarrassment swept through Derpy as she pulled weakly against the magically imbued chains holding her in position. She might as well have been trying to kick through the solid stone wall for all the good it did. She could only watch as Celestia smiled that predator smile again and moved closer. Closing her eyes tightly, Derpy prayed for strength to resist, prayed that she would be able to keep herself from giving in … too quickly.

She felt the warmth of Celestia's touch as the princess nuzzled at her cheek, then the soft caress of her lips as Celestia left a trail of kisses down along her body. Derpy could feel the steady heat of her captor's breath against her dampened sex now, each exhale sending an electric flash of burning anticipation running through her entire body. Even with her eyes closed tight, Derpy could sense the bright wash of light that filled the cell as Celestia's horn began to glow again. Where it touched the mailmare, she felt the warmth of the sun on a perfect spring day; energy and tingling vitality seeping deeply into her. Derpy felt herself surrounded and engulfed in that magical light.

For a moment, all thought of struggle and resistance was swept from her mind; all that mattered was the joy and comfort of that light. Reality came crashing back in when she felt the first touch of Celestia's lips on her aching flesh. Derpy arched like drawn bow, every muscle straining and burning to bring herself closer to that touch. She tried to say something, but all that came out was a mewling whimper as Celestia's powerful wing flexed, making the long stiff feathers slap down hard across the mailmare's flank with a sharp sound like the crack of a whip.

The wildly differing sensations warred and danced together inside her, making Derpy afraid for what was left of her willpower. The sharp humming pain of the princess’s wing-feathers slapped hard against her flank mingled and melted into the ecstatic joy given by the princess's tongue as it explored her prisoners sex. Each jolt of pain was followed by a gentle caress of feathers across the burning flesh abused by them a moment ago. Derpy sucked in ragged shuddering gulps of air, her eyes still closed and seeing only faint flashes of stars in the darkness. Every inch of her body felt as if it were bathed in pure sunlight from the princess's magical field that kept her within its embrace.

Each time she was brought to the brink of climaxing by Celestia's skilful tongue, a sharp slap across her tailed flank brought her back just enough to to be kept teetering on the edge. Lost in a haze of need and desire, Derpy found herself crying out in despair when she felt the princess's tongue withdraw. It was replaced moments later by a hoof which cupped and held her gently.

“Will you say it now my proud mare? Will you pledge yourself to me and be my … “ Celestia sighed softly and rolled her eyes before continuing, “Moon Muffin Minion?”

Derpy squirmed in the chains, desperate in her efforts to rub and grind herself against the hoof holding her so teasingly. “Yes! Yes I will join you! Please, please let me … let me … “ her voice trailed off into inarticulate whimpering as Celestia leaned in and kissed the frantic mailmare again.

As the princess purred against her captive's lips, she moved her hoof just a little, pressing and massaging while holding the trembling blonde pegasus tight to her, guiding her over the edge of a long overdue release. Derpy felt herself melting into nothingness; carried on a surge of pulsing joy that exploded inside her from the tightly wound up ball on tension and lust that had filled her, leaving her twitching and spasming helplessly in her princess's embrace.

Slowly, Derpy began to come back to her senses again. Her eyes opened and she still saw the after images of the brilliant star-bursts that had filled her mind moments ago. Her wall-eyed and glossed-over stare settled on Celestia, who was still holding her tightly and smiling; her hoof still covering the shaking mare's sex in a gentle, but possessive grip. There were several loud clicks as the chains fell away from the bands on Derpy's limbs and the collar around her neck, leaving the breathless mailmare to collapse completely against Celestia, who wrapped her wings around the smaller mare and gently lowered them both to the floor.

“And now you are mine, mine forever. My proud beauty. And together we shall rule all of Equestria with … with … waffles?!” Celestia's voice broke into helpless giggles as she stared into her lover's misaligned eyes. She struggled visibly to hold it off, but the laughter spilled from her like water bursting from a ruptured dam. She hugged Derpy tighter, nearly squeezing out what little breath the grey pegasus had managed to get inside her lungs.

“Aww, Tia! You promised! You promised not to laugh this time!” Derpy said weakly, curling herself up against the comforting warmth of the princess's body.

Celestia smiled at the shivering mare that lay with her, and held her close in the cell that now smelled of springtime and sex. “Oh I'm so sorry my precious one. I really did try. But you must be fair! Nopony could say those things with a straight face. You're not upset with your Muffin Mistress I hope.”

“Of course not, I couldn't be mad at you Tia. But ... it means I get to pick again! How about … Naughty Student and Stern Mentor this time?” Derpy giggled, nuzzling a kiss under the princess's chin.

“That sounds perfect my dear. I'll fetch my homework, you go find that wooden ruler you like so much.” As Celestia started to move, she felt her lover's hooves hold her tightly, attempting to pull her back down to the floor.

“Umm … in a few minutes though okay? I'd kind of like to stay here for a little while. Just, a little while.” Derpy blushed again as she guided Celestia's hoof back to its place between the still trembling hind legs of her ‘prisoner’.

“Of course my dear, I think we could both use a little rest.” the princess said softly, leaning in once again to whisper in Derpy's ear, “In a thousand years, I have never met a pony who made me laugh and smile as you do my little mailmare. You are so strange, so wonderful, and so beautiful. It may have been a game, but never doubt that you are mine, for as long as you wish to be. Mine and mine alone.”

Derpy smiled to herself, nestled in against her princess. She nodded and buried her head against Celestia's soft chest, feeling safe and warm inside the embrace of the princess’s elegant wings, and smelling that unique scent of summer sunshine and vanilla that was always present on her body. “I love you too, my muffin mistress...“ Derpy's voice trailed off as sleep overtook her exhausted mind.

Celestia chuckled softly, watching the delightfully odd eyes of her lover close. With a thought, she dispelled the magical illusion of the dungeon and restored her bedroom to its proper appearance. One more exertion of her magic brought several blankets sailing over from the bed to land atop the entwined pair where they lay together on the floor.

Somewhere in the castle, there were meetings that needed to be attended. There were royal decrees and laws that needed to her seal of approval. There were letters from students and far off advisers that needed to be read and replied to. But right here, in this moment, there was only the warmth of the blankets and the soft breath of her precious mailmare as she slept beside her princess.

End